I’m too shitty of a son (of a human being, for that matter) for them. Always moody, always trying to hide, never willing to talk to them about my problems, always shutting them out of my life… and they’re always trying to do everything they can for me. Not just by feeding me or buying me clothes or giving me a roof above my head, but they do things just to show me their support and love and to let me know they’re there.
They probably deserve a better son.
Always ruining everything.
we evolved for hundreds of thousands of years to hunt and eat and live a certain way and now we all are forced to live in cement buildings and sit at ur job from 9-5 and u wonder why everyone seems to have a psychological disorder
*claps loudly and sobs*
I think about this all the time
^^^^^^^ has a good point.